Thank goodness this week has started better than last week. While sleep hasn’t been what I would classify as amazing … I’m still thankful it has been more than the 2 hours I was getting, which has proven to make life with this preggo a lot less terrible.
Things I have learned this week:
Crying is a lot easier to do when you are about to pop. I’ve cried “happy” tears, “scared” tears, “mad” tears, and “I don’t even know what the hell I’m crying about” tears this week. Crying has become a fluent form of communication … and all I can think about is my poor husband who encourages me to “let it out” as I apologize a hundred times for being crazy. I thought I had really nailed the “emotional” part of the pregnancy because up until now crying spurts have been few and far between.
Being on your feet for more than 30 minutes is now classified as “long day” and will make your feet swell like you worked a 12 hour day. All it takes is a walk from the front door to the truck and my toes start looking like little sausages.
Food is love. I don’t know if this is all women but food in general is amazing at this point in the pregnancy. If it’s edible … I will eat it. And if its something I like … its probably best to steer clear because I will mow you down to get to whatever food is calling my name. Sharing on my plate is no longer an option … unless you’re feeling frisky and want to lose a finger.
Picking things up off the floor is a thing of the past. Seriously. Who knew bending over to pick something up off the floor would turn into a crossfit workout. It’s like human oragami … depending on the size and shape of the item you are trying to get to determines what way you navigate the beach ball you are currently smuggling to get to that item. Most days it’s not worth it … which is why my living room currently looks like a toddler already resides here.
The difference between the second and third trimester is world’s apart. You’re pregnancy quickly goes from “Oooh!” and “Aww!” and “This is so magical!” to “What the heck is this kid doing in there?” and “Hey kid! I don’t stretch that far!” I remember a gushing about how amazing little kicks were and how the flutters made me giggle … and now I’m trying to not pee my pants as this little ninja puts every ounce of her weight on my bladder. Still a magical experience … it’s just less fairy tale magical and more I’m ready to have this baby magical.
All joking aside, this really has been an incredible experience. Being able to carry a child is a beautiful blessing and I’m thankful that I’ve been able to do so with little complication thus far. I’ve recently found that I have readers that like to take my sarcastic spin on crazy hormones and twist what I have written to reflect my spin on pregnancy as negative and ungrateful … not only have they taken what I have written about out of context, they have then used that information as fuel to make themselves seem superior and all mighty on the subject of pregnancy on social media. #haters It is my nature to find the laughter in everything but especially the things that are uncomfortable or not so pleasant. And let’s face it … all aspects in the journey of pregnancy aren’t always rays of sunshine and rainbows and giggling at the fact that by the third trimester you feel like you are toting around a 20lb watermelon does not mean I am ashamed of my belly. I have enjoyed every moment of this pregnancy and that includes the moments that test my patience, make me feel down, and even the moments that make me a crazy woman. Those moments do not make me ungrateful or a bad mother … it makes me human.
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